Mood: Sort of a Summer funk
Music: "Keeponkeeponkeepon" by Drunken Boat

Yeah, I'm back from my hiatus to join Joey in returning to the land of the living.

I feel exhausted today and I've hardly done anything. It's as much an emotional fatigue as it is a physical one. I hate this feeling. It's like I'm bored with life - no sooner do I start doing something than I find myself wanting to do anything else. Ugh, my mind just won't stay focused on whatever I put my mind to. 'Course, this sort of thing only really happens as a form of subconscious rebellion; my brain's way of telling me to stop forcing myself to do things and start letting myself do what I really want to. Thing is, I started ordering myself around because I was bored to tears from wasting my life on video games. Ah well, two steps forward, one step back. Maybe coffee will help.

I still need to brush my teeth.

One of the things I'm trying out this summer is actually living. Always time for something new, yeah? What I mean is that I've just drifted through so much of my life, just doing enought to scrape by, never really testing out the limits of my potential. And now, now I'm trying to wake myself up. I'm trying to get out and read as many books as I can, carry out all sorts of mischief, lower my defenses and just let myself exist without pretensions or guards. This summer I want to do all I can to aid the organizations I believe in, and to creatre some new ones to boot. I'm already working with some friends to establish what we're calling "Rock for Freedom." It's an organization meant to raise money for political prisoners through concerts. We're going to try to come up with a compilation of local bands of all sorts of genres. On top of that, I've gotta build up my contacts within the IWW to help out my brothers and sisters in labor. I figure I'll be able to get in some practice 'fore I head out to Olympia for school. Of Course, once I'm there I'll be working my tail off trying to get a collectivized, unionized day-labor service off the ground. Then I've gotta get my @ss in gear on "22 Days and 1000 Nights," 'cause humanity knows I've been neglecting that for too long. What's more is that I really want to get a 'zine together this summer. I'm thinking a collection of autobiographical short stories and essays.

I need to do some laundry.

"And just like that, it was over... The last flames flickered and died amidst the rubble of an empire[.] As the smoke rose into the blackened sky, we realized that the world we had known was gone forever." - Eric "Doc" Griffin on the fall